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Оглавление“Stop looking at me like that.” Charli chopped yet another carrot. “Talk to me. About anything.”
“Okay. How about what I heard from the Georgia Bureau of Investigation today about Secret Santa?” Neil asked.
The knife in Charli’s hand came down at an awkward angle, and Neil could see she’d almost cut herself. He sprang up to check on her, but she waved him off.
“Sorry! I’m all thumbs tonight,” she joked.
“More cutting like that, and you won’t have thumbs at all,” he said. But his comeback was reflexive. What he’d said had surprised her. That was clear.
“So …” Three more whacks and the carrot was history. “What did they tell you? Chief Hawkins didn’t seem to think it would be a high-priority case”
How was it he could still want to kiss her when he was convinced she knew more than she was telling him? Or telling the police?
